Pet King

Guo mother disappeared like a normal person, and she became a patient of Alzheimer's syndrome again. Two different kinds of thinking got stuck when switching, commonly known as fragmentation.

Zhang Zi'an frowned deeply, but his response has always been very fast, and he gave Guo Dongyue a wink, motioned him to hurry up the pair of red-faced parrots, and reminded Guo mother: "little purple and pea yellow, right?"

Mother Guo's eyes lit up, "Yes! Little purple and pea yellow!" She looked around and looked around, looking around the room with her arms around her arms, and whispered in her mouth, "Why don't you cry, little purple and pea yellow? ? "

Zhang Zi'an stood up, leaned forward, pressed her shoulder lightly, and said, "Wait a minute, Xiao Zi and Pea Yellow are coming."

Mother Guo looked up at Zhang Zi'an, her eyes slackened and reunited, and then she smiled gently, "Who are you looking for?"

Although Zhang Zi'an had been mentally prepared, Wen Yan was still sinking.

He only talked with Mother Guo for a short while, and the topic was still made up by him temporarily. Even so, being forgotten caused him a lot of chest tightness. It is hard to imagine what it would be like for Guo Dongyue to be forgotten day after day.

"I'm a bird enthusiast," he lied without changing his face. "I heard that your parrot speaks very well and asks you for advice."

"Birds ... enthusiasts?" Mother Guo muttered a word that was strange to her.

"It's about raising and playing birds," Zhang Zi'an explained briefly.

"Oh ..." Although Mother Nodded politely, she did not trust him as much as she did.

Zhang Zi'an pulled out her phone and started the "Pet Hunter" game, and opened Richard's pet bar to show her.

"Look, this is my African Grey Parrot."

Guo's mother has presbyopia. She tilted her head back, slightly away from the screen, and frowned, but still couldn't see clearly.

Zhang Zi'an reminded: "Your glasses are around your neck."

With a half-opened mouth, Mother Guo lowered her head subconsciously, her movements were dull and stiff. She saw that the reading glasses with string tied to the temples really hung around her neck, and then she slumped again. Then she showed a reassuring smile, and pinched the temples to put her glasses upright.

The phone screen became clear in her eyes.

"Yo, it's really a grey parrot." With a little surprise and a little surprise, she had a little more trust in Zhang Zi'an. "It's rare for young people to like raising birds."

Zhang Zi'an took the phone back and laughed: "There are more and more young people raising birds now."

In the era she remembers, middle-aged and elderly people like bird-raising, but now many young people also like bird-raising, although in the end they are no more than cats and dogs.

Guo Dongyue stood at the entrance of the living room with a bird cage and waited for Zhang Zi'an's words to come to an end. He came in and admired Zhang Zi'an and was funny. Thanks to his ability to quickly switch between different identities, he was barely exposed.

Mother Guo noticed him coming in, his eyes beating a few times on his face, opening his mouth, and trying to say something, but his words couldn't come out of his throat. Anxiety, nagging and distressed expression occupied her face alternately, as if she might cry at any time, even Zhang Zi'an, a bystander, could not bear to look at it.

Fortunately, the two red-faced parrots screamed in time to draw Guo's attention away.

She stared blankly at the bird in the cage, fumbled to take off the reading glasses, and finally smiled.

"Xiao Zi, Pea Yellow, it's you! I haven't heard you cry for a long time, I thought you were flying away! Dongyue ..." She looked up, completely ignoring her son who was close at hand, as if in Justifying for herself: "Dongyue has gone to school, so don't worry about disturbing him ..."

Guo Dongyue's hand trembled, and the bird cage shook for a few moments, and he quickly stabilized, don't go over.

The long asleep memory revived. During his high school years, sometimes under great pressure, such as math competitions or final exams, he was upset like everyone else. Once he did not achieve his desired results, he occasionally complained that the two parrots in the family always barked and disturbed his studies.

Zhang Zi'an already knew that her state was very unstable, and she needed to know what she needed to know as soon as possible, and said to her, "Is this just a red-faced parrot? A very rare breed."

"Yes! It's a red-faced parrot!" She replied cheerfully. "Few of my old classmates gave it to me. What kind of bird are you ... birds ..."

"Bird enthusiasts." Zhang Zi'an said for her.

"Bird enthusiasts ... bird enthusiasts ..." Mother Guo repeated mechanically, as if she was afraid she would forget.

Zhang Zi'an and Guo Dongyue exchanged eyes, and the stones in their hearts fell into the ground. The mother Guo used to be a red-faced parrot. This kind of parrot is rare and there are almost no subspecies. Therefore, the feather color is almost the same. If you change to other common parrots, it is too difficult to find the same feather color.

"I heard that you also taught them to speak? As far as I know, red-faced parrots are not good at learning to speak, and you can really teach them very hard." Zhang Zi'an led the topic as if he were a regular.

"Oh, you are too rewarding. When Dongyue's child was not at home, I was so bored that I was just teaching them to talk and relieve boredom." She smiled and said, "You don't know, my son is in a good position, and Very good, never let me worry ... "

With that said, a little regret appeared on her face, saying in a low voice: "Never let me worry ... Never let me worry ..."

Guo Dongyue's eyes turned red, and tears twitched in his eyes. He already knew his mother's loneliness at that time. If time came again, he would choose to be less obedient and less self-reliant, so that the mother could worry more. For mothers, worrying about their children is actually a happiness.

Zhang Zi'an hardened his heart and pulled the topic back again, "What did you teach them to say? Can you tell me?"

Mother Guo froze for a while ~ www.readwn.com ~ The thoughts showed signs of jamming again.

Zhang Zi'an pointed to the bird cage and reminded: "Parrot, your parrot, what do they say?"

"They," Mother Guo's emotions turned extremely fast, and she changed from sadness to excitement almost instantly. "I taught them a poem!"

Zhang Zi'an and Guo Dongyue were shocked and asked invariably: "Which poem?"

Mother Guo took a deep breath, like the preparation before reading a poem, but when she got to her mouth, she forgot what she was going to say, and the two rows of upper and lower teeth merged together, but she couldn't make any sound.

bad!

Zhang Zi'an and Guo Dongyue had an ominous premonition.

In the next second, their hunch was confirmed-a gentle and alert smile appeared on Mother's face again, and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

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